away.
RICHTER
Any news of Quaid?
EVERETT
Not since you lost him.
RICHTER
Watch your mouth, Captain.
The group walks past the Immigration desks and exits the
frame. HOLD ON the back of the Fat Lady.
The Immigration Officer studies her passport. CLOSE ON her
PHOTO. He looks up. CLOSE ON her FACE.
She bears no resemblance to Quaid.
IMMIGRATION OFFICER
How long do you plan to stay on Mars?
FAT LADY
Two weeks.
HELM
Look at this shit.
RICHTER (O.S.)
What the hell is this?
BEHIND THE DESKS, Richter stops at a wall defaced with
graffiti: "KUATO LIVES!".
EVERETT
The Martians all love Kuato. They think
he's fuckin' George Washington.
HELM
Kill the bastard.
EVERETT
Nobody knows who he is.
The Immigration Officer picks up the seal, ready to stamp the
Fat Lady's passport after one last perfunctory question.
IMMIGRATION OFFICER
Have you brought any fruits or
vegetables onto the planet?
FAT LADY
Two weeks.
He stops himself from hammering down with the seal.
IMMIGRATION OFFICER
Excuse me...?
Fat Lady covers her mouth, embarrassed.
FAT LADY
(loud)
Two weeks.
Richter glances at the Fat Lady but keeps walking toward the
exit.
EVERETT
And things are getting hot around here.
The rebels took over the refinery last
night. No turbinium's going out.
THE FAT LADY is having some kind of fit. She keeps repeating
the same phrase over and over, each time SLOWER and MORE
DISTORTED, like a phonograph record running down. Everybody
stares at the poor woman. She holds her mouth and tries to
shut herself up.
FAT LADY
Twooo weeeks. Twoooooo weeeks.
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